Darkness....That is where everything started. That is what Dagur/Night came into existence with. At that time though he had no name. He was a nameless at his beginning. Eventually the darkness was split by stars and planets. It might have been the beginning of the universe, or maybe it was when his eyes were truly opened. That was a mystery he would never solve, a mystery no one could ever solve. Planets were there, moons were there, and plenty of other things. He was in space, yet he did not have any trouble with breathing.

Dagur/Night had made his way to some of the planets. He was there to observe, to learn. Never letting one of the inhabitants of the planet see him. Always out of sight. He had seen planets full of all sorts of creatures and beings. Knowledge was gained and his memory kept it safe. There were things such as elves, dragons, demons, and quite a few other things. There were so many that he stopped keeping count in the end. A pointless endeavor at this time.

A long time after that point, after several planets were observed and several other places, it was time to move into one of the societies. The first chosen society was on Earth. They seemed to be one of the stupider races, at least at this point in time. The first time he appeared to them he had gotten the name Night , as it was during the night and his skin was the color of night along with the other things he wore and his hair. He was revered as a god. That is until he killed one of them. A human wouldn't stop bugging him and it got to the point where Night had used his magic to burn the man to ashes in a ball of fire.

That was when the humans began to fear him. That was when he had to disappear from the face of the Earth. Before he had only appeared at night. Now he would appear during the day. That was when he got the name Day. It was at a later point that he had chosen which forms of the words he would take as a name. Yet again he was revered as a god. This time he had not screwed it up, but his lack of miracles turned them against him. No miracles meant he wasn't a god. It was the second point he had to disappear from the face of the Earth. That was when he began to use his magic to disguise himself.

A life within human society in that day and age was easy. It was when he had took up training with swords. He had become a knight at a castle in England. Each day he would wake up and be taught the rules of chivalry and train with the sword. It also got him sent into war. He was no longer considered a god, but a hero. Wherever he was sent he would win. Eventually he was sent out alone to ambush other army's. The other army's classified him as a demon. He never disguised himself on his lone missions. His name to them was 'The Dark Slayer'. It wasn't the best of titles, but he went with it.

Dagur/Night lived out a lifetime on Earth. He watched as the world changed. He kept it in his memory, but after that lifetime was over it was time to move on. He faked his death and was buried, but of course that didn't keep him. At night after the funeral he had escaped. That was the end of his first age on Earth. It was time for him to find another planet. Though he hoped to not have a repeat of his Earth times. Now he was traveling again.